Classic Poem

Such a wide, still landscape, all cold and white!
And the stars look down through the endless night;
And it's ever so lonely over there,
Where the white bear sleeps in his hidden lair!
There is never the sound of a sea-bird's cry,
No murmuring waters go rippling by,
No breakers roll up to the rocky beach;
There is ice as far as the eye can reach—
A desolate waste, where the foxes roam,
And the seal and the walrus have their home.
If anyone strange came wandering here,
Would they ever guess that our homes are near?
So sheltered and hidden the igloos lie,
Like hillocks of snow 'neath the Arctic sky.